Saturday, March 31, 2012

There's a lot of fabric sitting unused in my stash. I like all of it, but there's more then I want to own. So I ummed and ahhed and pondered and finally decided....

Quite a few of the people who go to my knitting group also sew. Quilts and clothes, ornaments and posies, they like fabric as much as yarn. I knew my fabric was lovely, I thought they'd like it too.

So I sent out an email, saying I'd bring it along and was there anything in particular they'd like?

And I pulled it out of lurking places and categorised and organised and generally tidied up. I even found the hideous leftovers from the home economics blouse at school (and realised that if it wasn't for the uggh school memories, it was a pretty brown and orange flower pattern that is perfectly up-to-date).

I wondered about my pansy fabric collection. It hasn't even got a plan in mind, but it will become something one day. I thought about not taking any of the range in the picture, and then I thought maybe I'll tuck them behind some other things, and then I decided I'd add them to the rest of the fat quarter collection, because if anyone did want them, they'd only want one or two.

Anyway, lots of people looked and some chose some things and others chose others, and C picked up the pansy fabrics and sorted and ordered and re-arranged them and then said how much would all seven fat quarters be! Seven of my best pansy quarters! So I smiled and added up the prices on the fat quarter band, and named an amount and she seemed happy and handed over the money, and I told myself even if my best pansy FQs are gone, I still had other pansy FQs.

But 'twas a wrench to let my pansies go!

Since now I'm OK about it.

Firstly, I found that I still had three FQs from the range - the bottom two in the picture and the matching bigger pansy print for the bottom right cappuchno colour. Secondly I have the picture above: it was on my blog from the Ally Pally post of 2007. Which shows two things to me. Firstly, they've been lurking in my stash for four and a half years, and were no nearer being made into anything then the day I got them. Secondly, looking in the picture gives me as much pleasure as looking at them in real life - without the guilt and pressure of ougth-ing to make something.

And I can happily think about them in Carol's stash, and her pleasure in owning these beautiful fabrics.